365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Tuesday, November 21, 2023
It's Just An Arbitrary Date
Day 39: When you live alone, holidays don't have a lot of significance, but even so, when my turkey thawed out two days before I had expected it to, I was in a bit of a quandary. Should I try to hold it until Thanksgiving? The USDA and other sources made it perfectly clear that to do so would be to risk my health. Forty-eight hours was the limit, and my bird was already twenty-four into that time frame. With two more days to go, I'd be begging for trouble. And then I got to thinking about the holiday. It's just an arbitrary date like all the others people tend to celebrate. Was there any good reason I should wait? I couldn't come up with one, so I made my turkey today with candied yams to go along with. Tippy had a couple of tiny pieces (the only "people food" he ever is allowed) and then, our systems full of tryptophan, we both fell asleep in the recliner.
Labels:
Thanksgiving dinner,
turkey
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